Daniel Three

My song creates good mojo, nothing to be taught, you know whose it for, it jumps like a flea, whoever takes the tour, always lands on me, just this bag of bones, a lender of last resort, It won't let you doze, each tune a jumping bean, brings you back for more, makes you dig this scene, dancing in my zone, like you used to before, our time is never gone, it floats across the sea, your dress sweeps the floor, say hello to dreams, laughing smooths your tones, brings solace to the poor, tempers your groans, opens every door.